SANDS OF TIME

THE SANDS OF TIME

By John Thomas Tuft

Sifting through the whispers that I’ve piled in a corner

Treading softly so as not to disturb even a shadow

I come across several memories of those who have faded in

And then faded out of my life leaving behind joy and sorrow.

Driving across the prairie looking through the cracks in my heart

I think of those who have loved me then became ghosts